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The Political Nature of War in Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Left Hand of Darkness In The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin argues that war is primarily a national phenomenon, a product of fear; as opposed to a human activity dictated by biology. To do so, she creates a detailed study on […]

Empathy and The Loneliness of Existence in Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep In Philip K. Dick’s Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep the most crucially motivating factor of everyone, human and android, is the wish to not be alone, and all the systems they set up, and even the us-vs-them of humans and androids, […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems A Pæan How shall the burial rite be read? The solemn song be sung? The requiem for the loveliest dead, That ever died so young? Her friends are gazing on her, And on her gaudy bier, And weep!—oh! to dishonor Dead beauty with a tear! They loved her […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems In Youth I Have Known One In youth I have known one with whom the Earth In secret communing held—as he with it, In daylight, and in beauty, from his birth: Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems Dreams Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! though that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ‘Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems Greek Hymn Wreathed in myrtle, my sword I’ll conceal, Like those champions devoted and brave, When they plunged in the tyrant their steel, And to Athens deliverance gave. Beloved heroes! your deathless souls roam In the joy breathing isles of the blest; Where the mighty of old have […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems The Happiest Day The happiest day—the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown. Of power! said I? Yes! such I ween But they have vanished long, alas! The visions of my youth have been— But […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems Imitation A dark unfathomed tide Of interminable pride— A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem; I say that dream was fraught With a wild and waking thought Of beings that have been, Which my spirit hath not seen, Had I let them pass me by, […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems Evening Star ‘Twas noontide of summer, And midtime of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light Of the brighter, cold moon. ‘Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold—too cold […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems The Lake In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less— So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around. But when […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems Fairyland Dim vales—and shadowy floods— And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can’t discover For the tears that drip all over Huge moons there wax and wane— Again—again—again— Every moment of the night— Forever changing places— And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces. […]

< Return to Edgar Allan Poe Poems Romance Romance, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been—a most familiar bird— Taught me my alphabet to say— To lisp my very earliest […]